#i havent really gotten this reviews/grammar corrected by my boyfriend so

[beast-of-mosss]

WIP THURSDAY BECAUSE I WORK NIGHTSHIFT AND TIME IS AN ILLUSION TO ME

I was tagged by @fenharel-apologist94 for this! I'm new to writing things and don't exactly have a fic that I'm working on (yet), but I do have a scene I'm still working on. I'm redoing a lot of it due to literally writing it on my phone while half-asleep, but this is what I got so far!

Sunflower and Mint

The sky was like a painting with soft pinks and oranges, and clouds blushed with the warm lighting of the dying sun. A light breeze brushed past the giggling blades of grass, tickling them to dance to the wind's song. 

Deshan sat with their back against a tree, hands busy with something that Viveras could not see. The nine-year-old looked upon their older sibling, grayish eyes like water – reflecting the warm colored sky. He wondered what they were making.

Viveras often wonders where Deshan went when they weren't in the clan's camp, disappearing for days or even weeks before reappearing again with trinkets for him. Always on queue, he would ask where they had gone, and just like before they would always reply with"Trading!" Nothing more, nothing less. Asking others in the Clan was no use, and only provided frustratingly no answers either. 

A mischievous grin played at the corner of his lips, gray eyes squinting as a plan formed in his mind. Deshan has always been good at hide and seek, hiding and waiting until he came by, jumping out and attacking him with tickles while yelling "I am Fen'harel and I have come to eat you!". And it always worked, no matter how many times they did it; they always got him.

With the sweet seed of revenge in mind, Viveras took a silent step forward – slowly making his way toward the seventeen-year-old on his tippy-toes. His steps were light, brushing against the green blades of grass, getting closer with each step until Deshan's slender ear twitched.

"Yes, pollito?"

Their voice was soft and warm, filled with gentle amusement. Deshan turned to face him, head peering around the tree's truck. Their face was bare, childhood still hung upon their cheeks, and freckles danced across their nose. Their skin was a warm shade of brown and filled with love from the sun before them. Their hair was carefully and lovingly twisted into bantu knots.

"How did you know I was coming?" Viveras whined, he stomped his little feet towards them, only stopping before them to cross his arm. His eyebrows pulled down into a scowl as his older sibling let out a small chuckle. He could finally see what Deshan was working on. A half-made, albeit badly made, flower crown sat on their lap. He recognized the yellow flowers as dandelions. 

"Magic." They simply replied, hands wiggling at him. 

"You did not!"

"I did too!"

"No, you didn't!"

"And why is that, stinky?"

"Because I can do magic!"

And to prove his point, Viveras wiggled his tiny hands and little sparks zig between his fingers. 

Deshan let out a bark of laughter, their head was thrown back as the laughter took on their whole body-shaking them with their music. Viveras puff out his chubby cheeks, feeling a blush paint his tan skin. Then he let out a frustrated huff, stomping his feet once again. "Deshaaann." He whines again, making an angry face. "I don't smell either!"

Still smiling, Deshan gesture him over only to pull him down once he was near. "Hmm, let me check." They lean over to smell him, only to instantly pull back with a fake grimace on their lips. They wave their hands in front of their nose, "Ewww, pollito, you sure you don't smell? Because you stink!"

Viveras' eyes widened, his mouth agape with this offense. "I took a bath as you told me to!"

Deshan's eyebrows raised, "You sure?"

"Yes!" 

As Viveras' lips turn down, Deshan leans over to plant a kiss on his forehead, an arm snaking over his shoulders. He squirms, not trusting this open display of affection from them. There’s always a trick when it had come to Deshan’s displays of affection.  

And just like many times before, he was right not to trust them because before he knew it, he was shoved into their armpit. "You're gonna need a bath after I'm done with you!" 

He gags, feeling the accursed scent of teenage body order–a mix between an onion and rotten oranges– and he pushes against Deshan’s broad body like his life depends on it. 

Laughter filled his ears as he fought, arms pushing against Deshan's body, twisting and screaming until he broke from their grasp. He gasps, breathing in deeply the scent of freedom, before turning his boiling rage towards Deshan. “Deshan! You jer-” Before he could even finish his sentence, he felt fingers dance across his neck–making him instantly hunch his shoulders, a dying sound of laughter escaping his lips. 

He felt their arms wrap around him, pulling him closer, and he pushes and squirm. Their fingers prodded him, tickling his armpits despite his giggling pleading. The blanket of rage that beheld him before disappear, only leaving him ablaze with laughter. Viveras let out high-pitch squeals, trying to get away from them–only to be pulled back towards them whenever he attempted an escape.

After the first few attempts, he gave up and let them tickle him senselessly. His laughter and squeals bounce from his chest like a rubber ball, loud and unbashful, and through smiling eyes did he see Deshan’s own smiling face–dimples appear like clouds on a sunny day. Even after Deshan stops their attack on him, he still felt giggles bubble out of him. His cheeks were warm and hurt from smiling so much, and he lean against their strong left arm. 

He murmurs, "Your armpits smell.” 

The accusation was only met with Deshan’s soft laughter–bright and cheery as the birds in the morning–it was something that is familiar to Viveras and it never fails to get his lips to curl. 

“How are your studies?” Their hands were already back to their doomed flower crown–their eyes focus on their work, but Viveras knew better. “It’s been good,” He curtly replies, his grey irises focusing on the steady–albeit clumsily–work, “Keeper (name that's super long input here) shown me how to heal!” he gives them an excited grin, “Is that so?” They sang softly, mild curiosity plaguing their tone. 

“Yeah, wanna see?” 

They lift their rich brown irises from their doom gold, displaying their interest with a nod. Viveras felt his grin widen–for a short second he wonders how big he can smile before his head is split like a watermelon– and cupped his tiny hands together. His grey irises were drawn towards his hands, dark eyebrows knitted in concentration. Remembering what the Keeper has told him about healing magic, he let the warmth of today’s laughter fill him. A small blue glow peeked from his open palms like a shy wisp–transparent and unsteady in its glow. He looks up towards Deshan, hoping for approval from them. Their rich brown irises reflect the blue glow of his magic and for a second he thought he saw the warm browns fade to something else. A shiver ran down his spine and a seed of dread settle in his stomach–and then the glow went out.

“Oh,” Viveras glance back down at his empty hands, the feeling of dread still sprouting–speading up towards his beating heart.